You kissed my boo-boo and bandaged my knee.
You held my hand to cross the street,
And carried me when I couldn't use my feet.
Whether the reason to cry was justified, you always wiped my tears,
You loved my through the good and bad, you loved me all these years
You watched me, letting me make my own mistakes,
Now I know what a challenge that is and how much patience that takes.
Now that I've grown up and I'm a mommy too,
I try to be so many things but mostly a mommy like you.
"The only thing better than having you as a mom, is my kids having you as a grandma" |
Great post Kathryn
ReplyDeleteAwsome, well said Kathryn.
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